God left

Jiang Lizhou went to Liuli Town the next day.

Liuli Town is slowly recovering after half a year of recuperation, and the atmosphere of fireworks and humanity are slowly diluting the catastrophic destruction.

The original temple was demolished, and an ancestral hall was built, densely packed with the spirits of the deceased.

Looking from outside the door from a distance, it seems to see a handful of sand in the big waves, or a handful of stars in the vast Milky Way.

Jiang Lizhou doesn't know how many people in this town are the sons or grandsons of a certain name in the spiritual place, but they are willing to return to this nightmare place, and pick up the dilapidated, sad and memories in the place where they were killed. It awed him in itself.

Creatures are small and great, precisely because they are as fragile as wormwood and as tenacious as wild green shoots.

Nothing in the world can destroy me unless I am willing to give it up.

This is where the preciousness of animism lies.

Looking at the bustling market, he couldn't help but feel mixed feelings. His past and present lives were like a misty dream. Imperfection, unfreedom and even pain occupied most of his life, but he suddenly felt a little relieved at this moment.

Flowers can re-bloom out of ashes. As long as people see that the flowers bloom beautifully, who will deliberately remember how they survived under the scorching.

Escaping from pain or immersing in it is an endless self-torture. Don't regret the past, don't be afraid of where you came from, and enjoy the flowers in front of you with peace of mind, so that you won't be trapped in a whole, narrow rut.

He looked down at the town with Yujian, thought about many things, and finally went to Cunhuilou.

Cunhui Building is not unfamiliar to Jiang Lizhou in this life. When he was a child, he would often come here to buy tea with his senior brother - there would be guests drinking tea in the private room upstairs, and there was a tea shop downstairs.

The shopkeeper here is often changed, and at that time he would not remember a tea house with an unattractive appearance, but just came out to have fun under the guise of buying things.

The teahouse has an enchantment, and ordinary townspeople will only see a wall when they pass by.

The door was not locked, and opened with a slight push.

The furnishings inside seem to have not changed much, the plain pear wood tea table is neat and quiet, and it seems that the grand occasion of people coming and going can be seen in a trance.

Jiang Lizhou was a bit puzzled. Lin Qinghe built such a tea house and was away all day. Could it be that he really wanted to make money?

He imagined it to himself, and laughed.

He mysteriously turned to the back of the accounting counter. The space here was so small that only one person could stand there.

He raised his hand and bumped into the solid wood wall behind him, but the wall turned around with a click, and there was a gap one person wide.

Jiang Lizhou touched it in surprise: "Where did you learn this?"

He stepped into the small secret room, and just as he stepped in, all the candles in the darkness were lit up.

Jiang Lizhou was still wondering if there would be a stab in the back, but he felt that the atmosphere here was too familiar, and he couldn't feel the threat from the bottom of his heart.

This secret room was very empty and spacious, Jiang Lizhou walked around twice in a daze, thinking, is this room used for monks to meditate?

Just as he was about to go out, the wind brought by his walking made the candlelight beside him sway, when he suddenly saw something in the corner.

It was only after Jiang Lizhou walked over that he saw clearly that it was a big box and it was locked.

He thought in amazement, did he really hide his family fortune here?The door was not locked, but the box was locked instead.

As soon as he stretched out his hand to touch the heavy lock, the lock opened automatically.

Jiang Lizhou smiled, wondering if this lock has a soul?

He opened the box along the way, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

There is no gold, silver or jewellery, but broken children's toys, bald writing brushes, and even waste paper used for calligraphy.

Jiang Lizhou recognized his previous words, and then he recognized his relatives one by one from the shock.

The rattle was probably when he was very young, so of course he doesn't remember, and there are many broken wooden flying swords.

If others look at it, they will think that it is a pile of junk, and no one will collect it no matter how heavy it is.

He also can't remember the other ones. He saw that the pile of waste paper used for handwriting practice was even thrown away in a ball. They were spread out one by one, flattened and put together, and pressed down with a ruler. .

Jiang Lizhou's throat moved, and he cursed with a smile: "Who is this raising as a son?"

He carefully picked them up one by one and looked at them, trying to perceive the mood of the person collecting the rags from these things, but unfortunately, he couldn't perceive anything, and he didn't even know when he had played with some things.

He finally recognized a grasshopper, which he remembered clearly, because compared with the rattle or something, the age was relatively recent.

It should be when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. At that time, that little Peach Blossom Demon was always looking for Zhang Ningxiu, and Zhang Ningxiu was often too busy to touch the ground, so he sent his juniors to coax the little Peach Blossom Demon to play. Where are the half-grown boys? Knowing how to coax people, they gathered together to teach Danqing how to be a grasshopper.

Danqing only had a good face towards Zhang Ningxiu, with a sullen and unwilling face, they said that senior brother likes grasshoppers the most, and if you give this to him, he may be willing to play with you every day, that little monster like a young master He flicked the hem of his clothes, and sat around with a few young Taoist priests to weave grasshoppers.

The one found in Lin Qinghe's box was missing a leg, and Jiang Lizhou also remembered it.

Danqing was always absent-minded, and he couldn't learn how to do it. Jiang Lizhou showed him the one he made up, and asked him to take it apart to see how to make it up. In the end, he accidentally tore it, and Jiang Lizhou threw it away, saying that I will give it to you again. Make one up.

Jiang Lizhou didn't dare to imagine how Lin Qinghe got the lame grasshopper, and there was only one sentence in his mind.

So pitiful.

Holding his breath, he put them back one by one, and suddenly saw a piece of fabric in the corner, and he took it out to see clearly that it was a baby's swaddle.

There was an envelope inside, which was empty, only two lines of words were written on the envelope.

Welcome home, my little Li Chong.